Harry Imagines

You Try to Kill Yourself and Then, Tell Harry You're Pregnant

This imagine is not mine. All credit goes to the original owner.

Your P.O.V.

I lay in bed soaking my pillow case with my tears. This is the forth night in a row Harry hasn't been home on time, and I was beginning to get worried. Was he cheating on me? Did he want to divorce me? Where was he? I heard him calling out to me from the living room, but I didn't move. I could hear his voice becoming closer as I listened closely to his footsteps. He burst through the door stumbling over to the bed. I knew it. He was drunk. He laid down next to me as he look at my tear soaked face.

"Something wrong babe?" he slurred.

"No, Harry," I spat sarcastically, "I'm crying for no god damn reason," I finished.

"Geese! What's up your ass?" he questioned.

"Oh, it wouldn't be the fact that my husband has come home at close to three am for the past four nights!" I said.

"You need to lighten up," Harry replied.

"LIGHTEN UP!? LIGHTEN UP!?" I yelled, jumping from the bed.

"Yeah! Every day we've been married all you do is tell me to be more mature or to focus on my career or whatever. You never have fun every more," he said.

"Harry, we've been married for two weeks! There's no way I've told you all that everyday for 14 days straight!" I said. I have never told him that for the past two weeks.

"Well, all I know is that I'm sick of it," he said angrily.

"What are you saying, Harry?" I asked now scared tears pouring from my eyes.

"I'm saying that I'm not sure I can deal with it anymore. I'm done," he said. My eyes went wide, I looked at the ground.

"You were my reason not to... and if I loose my reason not to then..." and with that he walked out the door.

Harry's P.O.V.

The fight, between (Y/N) and I, caused me to sober up a bit. I really messed up. Only one thing to do. I whipped out my cell phone, and hit #2 on the speed dial. Four rings later, Louis answered the phone with a groggy hello.

"Hey, sorry to wake you, but it's pretty important," I said apologetically.

"Nah it's fine," he replied, "What up mate?" he asked.

"Well, (Y/N) and I had a fight, and I'm pretty sure I fucked up pretty bad," I said.

"Tell me the whole thing from start to finish without leaving out a detail." I explained the whole thing to him from me getting home late and drunk to me walking out the bedroom door. "What did she mean when she said 'you were my reason not to'?" Louis asked.

"Well... no one else knows this but (Y/N) was suicidal and-," I started, but Louis cut me off.

"WHERE IS SHE NOW?!?" he shouted through the phone.

"As far as I know she's still in our bedroom, why?" I asked, confused.

"GO CHECK ON HER! NOW! SHE'S PROBABLY COMMITTING SUICIDE AS WE SPEAK!" I threw my phone down, and sprinted to our bedroom.

Your P.O.V.

I was so upset, and felt like such a disappointment. Harry was better off without me. My friends were better off without me. Everyone was better off without me. I was tired of feeling like such a mistake. I walked into the bathroom Harry and I shared, and grabbed the bottle of pills. I looked into the mirror at myself. I was purely disgusted with myself.

"(Y/N/N)! NO!" Harry screamed, jumping at me, and knocking the pills, and us, onto the floor. I lay on the floor with Harry laying panting on top of me.

"Harry! What are you doing? You'll be better off without me. Just let me do it," I said trying to wriggle out from under Harry.

"NO!" Harry exclaimed, pinning my arms above my head. "Look, you're right. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. But don't do this! I love you, and you mean the world to me. I can't imagine my life without you." I look back up at Harry, tears streaming down my face. I lifted my head slightly to connect my lips to his. We shared a passionate kiss that was full of our love for each other. After a few minutes, Harry pulled away, and looked me in the eyes. "I love you, and don't you ever forget it," he said, breathlessly.

"I love you too, Harry. And I have something I need to tell you," I said.

"You can tell me anything baby," he said, sweetly.

"I'm... I'm pregnant." Harry stared down at me without making any emotion. After several minutes, I began to get worried.

"Harry? Baby? Please say something," I begged.

"I'm gonna be a daddy?" he asked emotionless.

"Yes," I replied. A smile began to grow on his face as he smashed his face to mine. He pulled back.

"So are you happy?"

"HAPPY?! I'M THRILLED!" I laughed as Harry leaned down, and kissed my stomach. "I love you! Both of you."